Abulqosim Mamarasulov, translated from the Uzbek by Ferangiz Zokirova — Excerpt: Habib woke early, as he always did. When he pushed open the window, the sharp, metallic scent of snow rushed into the hospital ward.
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Anjana Basu — Excerpt: Bond left the hills as little as he could, and the foothills of the Himalayas, with their myths and natural beauty, form the backdrop of his writing.
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